Rides, ramblings and rants on a motorcycle.
- We are scientists, too!
6.16.2014,12:33 PM
Looking through a window
I left the box almost running through the door, ready to
throw myself through the window. I ran hard and fast, mind and heart in
turmoil, while trying to breath slow and steady. ‘Maintain, focus,’ was a
repeated mantra in my brain, while my spirit fought with my heart and my mind
as the referee.
In one corner crouched the Dark Fury yelling and exuding
anger. Bright Song huddled in the other corner with an aura of calm resolution
that soothes torrential storms. In the middle of it all, an old woman stood on shaking
ground with her palms held out to the corners. Although her balance was
precarious, each foot drew from underneath her the power of the ground that
rooted her like an ancient tree.
Dawn Treader rose in the sky and spoke to the trio, “Bend
like a willow and remain strong like the oak. Be true to yourself. Remember
that which is drawn up through your roots and nourishes the leaves. Embrace the
sunlight as it gives you life, while relinquishing to the night for rest and
rejuvenation. Let the rain wash your sorrows and failures off you, but retain
their memories as lessons that eventually form the fruit and seed. All these
become new leaves, branches and roots. These are the parts of you that enable
you to grow. Your fruit and seeds become new adventures and experiences,
shaped by all that is you. And in the shelter of your strong trunk and canopy
will those that seek peace find solace and strength. Including the spirit, the
heart, and the mind.”
As I moved further away from the box, I was able to look
back and see the past as if it were a movie in slow motion. Sometimes we can’t
see our paths because we are on them. Too caught up in beating off the pesky
bugs, avoiding slippery floors, cleaning up the spills, fielding intrusions,
trying not to trip on obstacles, polishing the surfaces and sometimes sweeping
dirt under the rugs. At times we look in the mirror and ask ourselves, “What
happened? What am I doing here? How did this happen? Why didn’t I do something
else?”. Some of us avoid mirrors.
Looking through the window of the box I saw a story unfold.
And the old woman inside began to feel the ground underneath her settle. Dark
Fury and Bright Song approached her and held her hand in theirs. A connection
formed that flowed between them, surrounded them and melded them. As a breeze
blew over them, they bent and straightened like a large thriving tree.
I turned and walked slowly away, finding my path, and
wandered on, unafraid of turns and hills. In my pockets, I carry newfound
fruits and seeds that nourish my journeys. And scatter some along my way.
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